[ Thomasine lets out a soft, exhausted noise of contentment when she feels Christina shift like that, feels the face pressed into her neck.

(even moreso, when she feels the hand on her stomach)

(this is right, this is how it should be)

(she should be Thomasine and they should have this child together, no matter how that child came to be)

(besides, for all that she wishes she could have, somehow, had Chris's child, that it had been possible and they hadn't been related

doesn't she love Black Mist too?)

(not so intently, not so deeply as she loves Chris, but)

(it has given her so much, for so little)

(in this moment though, Black Mist is unimportant) ]

...ne, nee-san...